Staluk's stern expression faltered at her words, he wanted so dearly to reach out to her then, to offer any sort of solace in her choice, but all he could manage was nods and small noises of affirmation.
Upon hearing her admission, that she was afraid, his face became more confused than anything. Staluk had known Camellia to be many things, calculating, careful, perhaps- but fear was not something he had seen her wear often. Even still, he was quiet then, but his eyes moved between the grass and her own, searching for something to say.
Eventually her voice broke, and again he would say nothing, afraid to speak. After a pause, she would hide those feelings away. 'Fair enough.' He supposed.
He understood her fears, and did his best to make this empathy known, she had begun to step around him, speaking once more. "I will not let fear of the past stifle us." Staluk reached out hesitantly, to take hold of her hand.
"I know that you won't Camellia, but allow me to chase this fear with you." The words came out awkwardly, but he held eye contact with her despite this. He wished to say other things, too, 'Sorry' being at the top of that list, but this is all he could manage.